Unknown - Island of terror

Wendy was squatting over a boy who lay on his back. She was facing his head, and pumping up and down on her strong athlete's legs, sliding her asshole up and down on the boy's erection. Her eyes were dazed, but there was a strangely happy and almost content smile on her face.

Penny was on her hands and knees. She was still whimpering, or trying to. She had a boy's cock sliding back and forth between her lips. Another boy knelt behind her and drove his cock into her pussy with brutal force.

Carolyn, like Wendy, almost seemed to be enjoying herself. She was flat on her back. Her legs were up against a boy's chest as he threw his hips forward and down, jamming his penis into her pussy hole repeatedly. She grunted with pleasure each time the cock slammed into her belly.

Holly and Kelly were bent across a fallen tree trunk side by side. Both were being reamed out from behind and in front. Their hands were tied behind their backs because they'd given the boys some kind of trouble.

Miss Carter was bent backward across a big rock. The rock was waist high and her ass was on one end of it, a big cocked boy slamming his hips into her crotch, driving his cock down her ass tube. Her head and shoulders dropped over the other side of the rock, but a boy there held her up by the hair so she could suck his cock.

I lost consciousness somewhere around then. The girls say the orgy, or mass rape-a-thon, or whatever it was, went on for hours.

When I woke up the next morning, I stared around me in total confusion. At first, I couldn't remember anything that had happened at all. Then it all came back to me in a rush. I was lying naked outside one of the little huts.

Wendy was a couple of feet away from me. She was still asleep, and she too was naked. I groaned and sat up, looking around. The little camp looked like the aftermath of some battle. There were bodies lying around all over the place, all of them were girls, and all were naked.

My body was covered in bruises and little scratches, and ached all over. My pussy and asshole hurt the most, next to my jaw, that is. I got up and staggered the few feet to Wendy, collapsing next to her, and shaking her awake.

She blinked her eyes in the strong sunlight, the slowly rolled over and stared up at me.

"Are you all right?" I asked. She shook her head, and then sat up.

"Oh God," she groaned. "What the fuck happened?"

"Don't you remember?"

"Oh shit! How could I forget?" She looked around her tiredly.

"No more virgins on this island," she said, then she giggled and fell backward once more.

"We have to get away before the boys wake up," I hissed.

"What for?" she sighed. I hadn't expected that question. It momentarily stunned me.

"Do you want to go through that again?" I demanded.

"We can't get away Meghan. None of us knows the first thing about even surviving on this crummy island. All we'll do is get lost and die."

"It would be better than this," I glared.

"I don't think so."

"You always were a slut," I said, viciously. She shrugged.

I got up and moved over to where Penny was laying. She was already awake. She looked up at me through wide, blinking blue eyes that were rimmed with red.

"Penny. Come on. Let's get the hell out of here," I whispered.

She looked uncertainly around, and then nodded, and tried to stand up. She didn't make it on the first try, and I had to help her. We looked around for our clothes, but couldn't find anything, and were worried that the boys might show up at any time.

Finally, we decided to just take off as is. We took the path down to the beach, scurrying as quickly as we could without shoes. Once on the beach we headed off along the shoreline, scrambling through the waves so as to leave no footprints for the boys to track.

"Where are we going to go," she gasped, as we forced our feet through the water.

"Anywhere is better than there," I replied.

I was afraid of the boys, but more afraid of my own body. I had felt it's awakening last night, despite my will. I hadn't been able to really resist. I was worried that my will and mind would be sapped.

Wendy, who was once the strongest willed girl I knew, seemed to have given in to the brutal treatment the boys doled out to her. She even seemed to enjoy it. I knew I would soon follow suit if I didn't get away. That hot wet tunnel between my legs would take control and I would be little more than a sexual servant for those arrogant, egotistical boys.

We walked on for most of the morning. Both of us started getting real hungry soon, but neither knew much about how the boys were getting the plants and vegetables we'd all been eating for the last couple of weeks.

Finally though, we did run across some berries I servant from yesterday's breakfast. We both gorged ourselves, and then rested by the beach for an hour or so.

Penny kept cupping her big breasts, which were black and blue with bruises. The boys had really abused them the other day. Mine weren't in much better shape. It seemed that the harder they squeezed breasts, the more the boys liked it.

"What are we going to do Meghan?" Penny whimpered.

"What if it's true, like the Captain said, and we're never rescued?"

"We will be," I glared.

"But what if we're not?"

"Don't think about that, because it's not going to happen."

"We can't live out here forever on our own."

"Why not?" I said fiercely.

"We can get stupid berries as well as the boys. We can build those dumb little huts they built. If those pigs can survive, then so can we." With that, I rose and stomped off, not even turning to see if Penny followed.

We walked as far as we could before getting too exhausted to continue. Then we made a little nest just inside the jungle, carving out a little hole from the sand and dumping palm fronds into it. I found some more berries and we wolfed them down. We fell asleep easily.

The next day, we got more berries and walked on. I was determined to find someplace we could camp out together without the boys finding us. Penny was as unused to exercise as any of the girls, but endured all the walking with relatively little complaining. We had to stop often though for her to rest.

She talked about her experience with the boys as we walked. She'd been overwhelmed by the groping, fondling, rutting males. It was because of her tits, she said angrily. Several of the boys had fucked her between her breasts, and all of them had squeezed and abused them.

"If we ever get out of here, I'm getting breast reduction surgery," she vowed.

"Maybe you can give them to Annie," I mused.

"That bitch! Did you see her yesterday, wandering around and laughing at us while the boys raped us?"

"I never saw her," I confessed.

"Yeah, well, she was the one that told the Captain to make you suck his cock," she said.

"Are you sure!" I demanded. She nodded grimly. "That fucking whore is really going to get it when we get out of this."

Something grabbed me from behind and dragged me to the ground. I heard Penny screaming, and then my arms and legs were pinned down and a grinning boy knelt above me.

"Hello there baby. Having a nice little walk?" he sneered.

"Leave us alone!" I yelled.

"You got a hope," one of them said. I realized there were half a dozen of them there around us. Penny was pinned on her back as well.

"Good work men," one of them said to the others. "We'll take them back to the Captain."

I was struggling with the boys holding my arms down. I was turned on my stomach and my hands were pulled behind me and tied together with strong vines.

"You two bitches have caused enough trouble," one of them said. I recognized him as one of the boys that had been with Annie when Wendy had been whipped and sodomized.